Last night was a mistake.
Oh my mistaken and shaken traits
They end up solving my equations.
My product screams of confusion.
Why are you not standing at my conclusion?
What other forms of liquid must flow from this contusion.
I’m loosing. I down, dead, and de-elevated.
Jerked around, displayed, and paraded.
My pride and sin fell in love and then mated.
Death! Death! Death is what they named the baby.
In steps light and freedom soon follows.
“But Savior, I’m broken…” while I keep my eyes low.
“My Son, you’re forgiven…” while adjusting His broken bones.
It’s an uncomforting picture.
It has been painted in scripture.
Don’t church up the crucifixion.
His body was horrific so I could be forgiven.
So that Jesus image that was constructed
From soldiers’ torturing being productive
That’s what I felt like last night.
Last night was that loveless.
That death that he felt,
Was the same death that was dealt
Last night was that loveless.
This morning held more forgiveness.
Earl. These still rock my face off brother.
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